“Someone must know something,” Trout, Sypher and Ace’s brother said, looking about the room. “It’s not like Danny to abandon his family.”
“Because he wouldn’t,” Chipper, the other Franks brother groaned.
What bugged the shit out of me was what else I didn’t know. I knew there was more. There had to be. According to Reaper, my family’s closet doors were wide open now. All the secrets were spilling out. Which begged the question, what else didn’t I know? I couldn’t help with shit unless I fucking knew everything and who all the fucking players were. Looking at the men in the room, I wondered what other bombshells they were about to drop.
Getting to my feet, Mercy stiffened as I started pacing the room. I knew he was ready to lock me down in case I lost my shit. I wasn’t fucking stupid. I was the fucking wildcard. Always had been. No one really knew what I would do until I did it. I generally did whatever best suited me, but not this time. This time I had to think before I acted. Not a novel experience for me, just something I generally didn’t like doing.
I wasn’t an analytical thinker like Reaper.
I didn’t plot or plan. I didn’t sit around on my ass and think up scenarios of shit that could possibly happen and plot out my revenge. No. I acted on impulse. If someone fucked me over, I fucked them right back even harder. I never stopped and thought of the repercussions of my actions. I was the president of the largest motorcycle club in the world, repercussions never bothered me because I didn’t give a fuck. Still didn’t give a fuck, but now everything was different.
Generally, I took what I knew and acted in my club’s best interest. Typically, that meant whatever best suited me, but this time was different. Yes, I could walk away and let the Golden Skulls find Sypher all on their own, basically washing my hands of the fucking annoying club. On the flip side, my club was now forever blood linked to the Golden Skulls thanks to my granddaughter Emma, Reaper’s daughter.
The way I looked at it, I was damned if I did and damned if I didn’t.
There was no fucking way I came out of this clusterfuck on top.
So that meant only one thing.
If I was going down, I was damn sure taking everyone with me.
Misery loved company, right?
It would not be easy working with a man I considered unstable, but even I fucking knew I couldn’t do this shit by myself.
The second Reaper and I landed in the city, we started putting out feelers for Sypher. After the first twenty-four hours, we knew we needed more help.
So we called everyone.
Even with all our contacts in the world, we had nothing.
It was as if the kid literally wentPOOFand fucking vanished.
No one knew where he was.
“What about our intern, Pippen?” Payne asked the room. “Have we located him?”
We were all grasping at straws. We were racing against the clock. The longer Sypher was missing, the more antsy the table would become. We knew it was only a matter of time before the table issued the kill order and then it wouldn’t matter. We were running out of time, fast.
“Not calling Pippen,” Reaper groaned, sitting next to Mercy and added, “Gave Sypher my word he would be safe.”
“But if Dante knows anything, we have to at least ask him, Reaper,” Ace stated, as Trout and Chipper nodded. “Dante would want to help.”
“I said no,” Reaper growled at Ace. “The kid is untouchable.”
“Sypher works for everyone in the underworld,” Matthew Law spoke up, trying to ease the tension between Ace and Reaper. “Anyone could be helping him.”
“Then I say we go knocking on some fucking doors,” Malice growled, crossing his arms over his chest.
“You said he was last seen leaving Sinclair’s house,” Fury stated, looking at Malice. “You know Sinclair the best, Malice. Why would Sypher go see him?”
Malice growled. “Because he asked for a meeting with us.”
I snarled, glaring at my enforcer. “Us?”
Malice groaned, shaking his head. “It’s not what you fucking think, asshole. Kid wanted me to make him forget.”
“Forget what?” I asked, looking at the man.
